Around the House
around the house
Spring Sunday
Today was such lovely weather that we knew we had to head to our favorite park for a walk. The plan was to head out after lunch. It would just be K, E, and I because L was out all day, working and completing various obligations.
It's just the three of us more and more often, which is understandable: the Girl is about to finish her junior year of high school, and she's increasingly independent. She's always been independent, but with a car, a job, and social life, K and I sometimes worry that she might be a little too independent.
Just before lunch, though, plans changed: E's close friend invited him over for the afternoon.
"So I guess it's just the two of us," K said.
We're used to that, in theory, but we've been a four of us for so long that it's a distant memory more than anything else.
A distant memory that's becoming an ever-nearing future.
After the walk, K and I spend some time in the yard. She trimmed the roses and hedges; I mowed the lawn for the first time this year.
All in all, a perfect little Sunday.
Saturday
K talked with Babcia again.
The Boy had another soccer game, which they won 6-2.
And spring is everywhere.
Morning
Still out for the count...
Preparing
We’re supposed to get a hell of a storm through here tomorrow, with wind gusts up to 60 miles per hour and three to five inches of rain. Two separate concerns.
We have a forest in our backyard: wind gusts of 60 miles an hour could take down one of those beasts, and some of them are so big they would do significant damage to the house — like having to move out level of damage.
And we know how easily we can flood with less rain than predicted.
And so we went ahead and got ready for what’s sure to be come tomorrow.
Tomorrow is going to be rough.
Smoking Day
Single Picture
A walk with the dog gave us the single picture from the day -- a day of doctor visits and yard work.
December Friday
Today was our annual trip to the district's vocational school to give our soon-to-be-high-schoolers an overview of what's available to them there: everything from cosmetology to firefighting, from diesel engine repair to culinary arts, from mechatronics to nail tech. It's quite an impressive variety.
Once I got back home, I saw that the inevitable has begun: our poor widowed neighbor has moved out of her house and family and friends have already started on the house -- they took down the back deck that looked to be made of nothing but rotten boards.
"Wonder what kind of neighbors we'll get," will become a common topic of discussion, I'm sure -- not that we have any say in the matter.
For dinner, Babcia made placki ziemniaczane with mushroom sauce -- utter heaven.
And after dinner, a walk with the dog while the rest of the family went to church, a walk that included a street I haven't been on in ages. I'd forgotten about the holiday scene they create.
Before
Babcia Has Arrived
It's been ten years since Babcia last came for a visit here. She wanted to, but then again, there was always something: the noclegi business; Covid; other obligations; a bit of nervousness about the whole process.
But now the noclegi business is history, Covid is a manageable worry, and other obligations no longer are. It was still a stressful process for her.